Lake House


Lake House

She lies in forest
Green fresh from rain
Living breath of earth
Cool summer morn

Mirrored in the lake
Spinning dawn ghosts
Light spilling over
Guarding mountains

She welcomes me back
Slipping her doors
With comfortable warmth
‘Round my frailty

No longer exposed
At last at home


(Twelve years ago I left this idyllic house on the shore of Manitook Lake, Granby, Connecticut.)


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7 Responses to Lake House

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    Beautiful! I’d have a hard time leaving her.

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  2. gentraveling says:

    Sounds beautifully cozy!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. -Eugenia says:

    Lovely home!

    Liked by 1 person

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